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Annabelle the Possessed Doll

This is a terrifying case of a raggedy Ann doll named Annabelle. The case is from the 1970’s and is highlighted in the book The Demonologist. This is one of the Warrens most asked about cases. The referral came from an Episcopal priest. A somber toned clergyman told Ed Warren of two young nurses who had communicated with what they thought to be a human spirit. One of the girls’ friends had been attacked physically, and the activity was still in progress, so Ed accepted the case. With that the priest gave Ed the phone number of the girls. Ed immediately called the number and upon reaching one of the girls, Ed verified the existence of the problem and told the young women that he and Lorraine were on their way.

Ed and Lorraine arrived at the apartment and the case begins. Ok girls, I’d like to hear the whole story, Who here can tell me? I can said Donna. All right, Lou, Angie, please add any details she leaves out, Ed directed. There are two stories, Donna said. One that began earlier in the week with Lou. The other one’s about Annabelle. But I suppose they’re both about Annabelle. Who’s Annabelle? Ed promptly asked. She belongs to Donna, she moves, she acts alive, but no, I don’t think she’s alive. She’s in the living room said Angie, pointing across the table. There, sitting on the sofa. Lorraine looked to her left, into the living room. Are you talking about the doll? That’s right, Angie replied, the big raggedy Ann doll. That’s Annabelle, she moves! Ed got up and walked into the living room to inspect the doll. It was big and heavy, the size of a four-year-old child, sitting with its legs stretched out on the sofa. The black pupil-less eyes stared back at him, while the painted-on smile gave the doll an expression of grim irony.

Looking it over without touching the thing, Ed then returned to the kitchen. Where did the doll come from? Ed asked Donna. It was a gift Donna replied, My mother gave it to me on my last birthday. Is there some reason why she bought you a doll? Ed wanted to know. No. It was just something novel-a decoration the young nurse answered. Okay. Ed went on. When did you first start noticing activity occur? About a year ago, replied Donna. The doll started to move around the apartment by itself. I don’t mean it got up and walked around, or any such thing. I mean when we’d come home from work it would never be quite where we left it. Explain that part to me a little more Ed requested. After I got the doll for my birthday, Donna explained, I put it on my bed each morning after the bed was made. The arms would be off to its sides and its legs would be straight out-just like it’s sitting there now. But when we’d come home at night, the arms and legs would be positioned in different gestures. For instance, its legs would be crossed at the ankles, or its arms would be folded in its lap. After a week or so, this made us suspicious. So to test it, I purposely crossed its arms and legs in the morning to see if it really was moving. And sure enough, every night when we’d come back home, the arms and legs would be uncrossed and the thing would be sitting there in any of a dozen different postures. Yeah, but it did more than that, Angie added. The doll also changed rooms by itself. We came home one night and the Annabelle doll was sitting in a chair by the front door. It was kneeling! The funny thing about it was, when we tried to make the doll kneel, it’d just fall over. It couldn’t kneel. Other times we’d find it sitting on the sofa, although when we left the apartment in the morning it’d be in Donna’s room with the door closed! Anything else? Lorraine asked. Yes, said Donna. It would leave us little notes and messages. The handwriting looked to be that of a small child. What’d the note say? questioned Ed. It would say things that meant nothing to us, Donna answered. Things would be written like HELP US or HELP LOU, but Lou wasn’t in any kind of jeopardy at the time. And who us was-we didn’t know. Still, the thing that was weird was that the notes would be written in pencil, but when we tried to find one, there was not one pencil in the apartment! And the paper it wrote on was parchment. I tore the apartment apart, looking for parchment paper, but again neither of us had any such thing.” It sounds like someone had a key to your apartment and was playing a sick joke on you, Ed stated flatly. That’s exactly what we thought, said Donna. So we did little things like put marks on the windows and doors or arrange the rugs so that anyone who came in here would leave a trace that we could see. But never once did it turn out that there was a real outside intruder.

While the doll was moving around, and we’d become suspicious of burglars, when something else screwy happened. Angie added next. The Annabelle doll was sitting on Donna’s bed, as was usual. When we came home one night, there was blood on the back of its hand, and there were three drops of blood on its chest! God, that really scared us, Donna said frankly. Did you notice any other kind of phenomena occur in the apartment? Ed asked them. One time around Christmas, we found a little chocolate boot on the stereo that none of us had bought. Presumably it came from Annabelle, said Angie. When did you come to determine there was a spirit associated with the doll? Lorraine questioned. We knew something unusual was going on, Donna answered. The doll did change rooms by itself. It did pose in different gestures, we all saw it, but wanted to know why? Was there maybe some plausible reason why the doll was moving? So Angie and I got in touch with a woman who’s a medium. That was about a month, or maybe six weeks after all this stuff started to happen. We learned that a little girl died on this property, Donna told the Warrens. She was seven years old and her name was Annabelle Higgins. The Annabelle spirit said she played in the fields long ago before these apartments were built. They were happy times for her, she told us. Because everyone around here was grown-up, and only concerned with their jobs, there was no one she could relate to, except us. Annabelle felt that we would be able to understand her. That’s why she began moving the rag doll. All Annabelle wanted was to be loved, and so she asked if she could stay with us and move into the doll. What could we do? So we said yes. Wait a minute here, Ed interjected. What do you mean it wanted to move into the doll? Do you mean it proposed to possess it? Right, that was the understanding, Donna replied. I t seemed harmless enough. We’re nurses, you know, we see suffering every day. We had compassion. Anyway, we called the doll Annabelle from that time on. Did you do anything different with the doll after you learned it was supposedly possessed by a little girl spirit named Annabelle? asked Lorraine. Not really, said Donna. But of course it wasn’t just a doll any more. It was Annabelle. We couldn’t ignore that fact.

All right, before you go any further, let’s back up a minute, Ed requested. First you got the doll for you birthday. After a while the doll began to move – or at least change places enough for you to notice it. T his made you curious, so you decided to have a séance, and a spirit came across that called itself Annabelle Higgins. This supposed little girl was seven years old and asked if it could come live with you by possessing the toy doll. You said yes, out of compassion. Then you renamed the doll Annabelle. Right? Right, said Donna and Angie. Have you seen the ghost of a little girl at any time in this apartment? Ed asked. No, both the girls answered. You also said a chocolate item showed up here once, said Ed. Has anything else strange ever happened that you couldn’t explain? One time a statue lifted up across the room, Donna recalled, then it tumbled in the air and fell on the floor. None of us were near the statue-it was on the other side of the room. That incident frightened us totally. Let me ask you something else. Ed went on. Didn’t you think that maybe you shouldn’t have given the doll so much recognition? It wasn’t a doll! Donna corrected him. It was the spirit of Annabelle we cared about! That’s right, said Angie. Ed added I mean, before you knew anything about Annabelle? How were we to know anything? Donna asked. But looking back on it now, maybe we shouldn’t have given the doll so much credence. But really, we saw the thing as being no more than a harmless mascot. I t never hurt anything . . . at least until the other day. Do you still think what’s moving the doll is the spirit of a little girl? Lorraine queried. What else could it be? Angie said in reply. It’s a damn voodoo doll, that’s what it is, Lou blurted out. I told them about that thing a long time ago. The doll was just taking advantage of them.

Okay, Lou, I think it’s time you told your side of things, tell them about the dreams, coaxed Angie. Well, Lou picked up, the thing gives me bad dreams. Recurrent ones. But yet what I’m going to tell you is not a dream as far as I’m concerned, because I somehow saw this happen to me. The last time it happened I fell asleep at home, a really deep sleep. While I was lying there, I saw myself wake up. Something seemed wrong to me. I looked around the room, but nothing was out of place. But then when I looked down toward my feet, I saw the rag doll, Annabelle. It was slowly gliding up my body. It moved over my chest and stopped. Than it put its arms out. One arm touched one side of my neck, the other touched the other side like it was making an electrical connection. Then I saw myself being strangled. I might as well have been pushing on a wall, because it wouldn’t move. It was literally strangling me to death, I couldn’t help myself, no matter how hard I tried. Yes, but the priest I spoke with said you’d been attacked? Ed pressed him. No, Lou asserted, that happened here in this apartment when Angie and I were alone together. It was about ten or eleven o’clock at night, and we were reading over maps because I was going off on a trip the next day. Everything was quiet at the time. Suddenly, we both heard sounds in Donna’s room that made us think that someone had broken into the apartment. I quietly got up and tip-toed to the bedroom door, which was closed. I waited until the noises stopped, then I carefully opened the door and reached in and switched on the light. Nobody was in there! Except, the Annabelle doll was tossed on the floor in a corner. I went in alone and walked over to the thing to see if anything unusual had happened. But as I got close to the doll, I got the distinct impression that somebody was behind me. I swung around instantly and, well . . . He won’t talk about that part, Angie said. When Lou turned around there wasn’t anybody there, but he suddenly yelled and grabbed for his chest. He was doubled over, cut and bleeding when I got to him. Blood was all over his shirt. Lou was shaking and scared and we went back out into the living room. We then opened his shirt and there on his chest was what looked to be sort a of claw mark!

Can I see the mark? Ed asked. It’s gone now, the young man told him. I saw the cuts on his chest, too, Donna spoke up in support. How many were there? Ed asked. Seven, said Angie. Three were vertical, four were horizontal. Did the cuts have any sensation? Ed queried. All the cuts were hot, like they were burns, Lou told him. Did you ever have cuts or wounds in the same area of your chest before this incident happened? questioned Ed. No, the young man replied. Did you lose consciousness before or after the attack took place? No, again he replied. How long did it take the wounds to heal? Lorraine questioned. They healed up almost immediately, said Lou. They were half-gone the next day, and fully gone the day after. Has anything else happened since that time? asked Ed. No, came the joint reply. Who did you first contact after the incident occurred? I contacted an Episcopal priest named Father Hegan Donna told Ed and Lorraine. Why did you call him instead of a doctor? Lorraine asked. Do you think someone off the street would have believed where that claw mark on Lou’s chest came from? Donna asked rhetorically. Besides, we agreed the cuts weren’t half as important as how Lou got them.

We wanted to know if this was going to happen again. Our problem was who to ask. Was there some reason why you specifically called on Father Hegan? Lorraine questioned. Yes. We trust him, said Donna. He teaches nearby here, at a junior college, plus Angie and I both know him. What did you tell the priest? asked Ed. The whole story-about Annabelle and how it moved on its own, and especially about Lou’s cuts, Donna replied. At first we were afraid he might not believe us, but that was no problem, he believed us all right. He said he’d never heard of such a thing happening these days. At the time we were all scared out of our wits, and I asked him what he thought had happened to us. He said he didn’t want to speculate, but he did feel it was a spiritual matter, possibly an important one, and that he was going to contact someone higher up in the Church, a Father Cooke. That’s what he did, Ed told her. Did the name Annabelle, or Annabelle Higgins mean anything to you in real life before this incident occurred? No, they replied. Although we never saw anything in here, Lou said he felt a presence in the room before he got hurt . . . there is something in here, Angie stated firmly. In fact, I can’t stand to be here. We have decided to get a new apartment. We’re moving out! I’m afraid that’s not going to help very much, Ed said dryly. What do you mean? Donna asked, astonished. To put it in a nutshell, you inadvertently brought a spirit into this apartment-and into your lives. You’re not going to be able to walk away from it that easily.

After a long minute, Ed spoke again. We’re going to help you, beginning right now. Today. First thing I’d like to do is call Father Cooke and have him come over here. Ed had no trouble getting hold of the Episcopal priest who had been waiting for his call. All right, Ed said when Father Cooke comes here, he’s going to have to perform a sort of blessing, an . . . exorcism of the premises. I knew it! Lou proclaimed. I knew it would lead to this. Yes, I think you did, Ed told him but I’m not sure any of you know the reason why. To begin with, there is no Annabelle! There never was. You were duped. However, we are dealing with a spirit here. The teleportation of the doll while you were out of the apartment, the appearance of notes written on parchment, the manifestation of three symbolic drops of blood, plus the gestures the doll made are all meaningful. They tell me there was intent, which means there was an intelligence behind the activity. But ghosts, human spirits, plain and simply can’t bring on phenomena of this nature and intensity. They don’t have the power. Instead, what has happened is something inhuman has taken over here. Demonic. Ed told them. Ordinarily people aren’t bothered by inhuman demonic spirits, unless they do something to bring the force into their lives. Your first mistake was to give the doll recognition, that is the reason why the spirit moved into the doll to, draw attention to itself. Once it had your attention, it exploited you, it simply brought you fear and even injury. Inhuman spirits, enjoy inflicting pain, it’s negative. Your next mistake was calling in a medium, Ed went on. The demonic has to somehow get your permission to interfere in your life. Unfortunately, through your own free will, you gave it that permission.

Then the doll is possessed? questioned Donna. No, the doll is not possessed. Spirits don’t possess things, spirits possess people, Ed informed her. Instead, the spirits simply moved the doll around and gave it the illusion of being alive. Now, what happened to Lou earlier this week Ed proceeded, was bound to occur sooner or later. In fact, you all were in jeopardy of coming under possession by this spirit, this is what the thing was really after. But Lou didn’t believe in the charade, so he was an ongoing threat to the entity. There was bound to be a showdown. Had the spirit been given another week or two, you might have been killed. Ed calmly concluded. There is only one entity involved, but its behavior is completely unpredictable, said Lorraine.

When Father Cooke arrived, the interview session ended in the kitchen, Ed was eager to have the house blessed, remove the doll, and return home. Once the preliminary greetings were out of the way, Ed told the priest, that in his judgment, the spirit responsible for the malicious activity was inhuman, and still in the apartment, and the only way it could be made to leave was through the power of the words written in the exorcism-blessing. I’m not totally familiar with demonology, admitted Father Cooke. How do you know such a spirit is behind the disturbance? Well, in this case, it wasn’t all that difficult to determine. Ed said frankly. These spirits work in characteristic ways. What’s going on here is essentially the infestation stage of the phenomenon. A spirit, in this case an inhuman demonic spirit, began moving the doll around the apartment through teleportation and other means. Once it aroused the girls’ curiosity which was the spirit’s purpose in moving the doll-they made the predictable mistake of bringing a medium in here, who took matters a step further. She told them, in the trance state, that a little girl spirit named Annabelle was moving the doll. Communicating through the medium, the entity preyed on the girls’ emotional vulnerabilities, and during the séance managed to extract permission from them to go about its business. Insofar as demonic is a negative spirit, it then set about causing patently negative phenomena to occur; it aroused fear through the weird movements of that doll, it brought about the materialization of disturbing handwritten notes, it left a residue of blood on the doll, and ultimately it even struck the young man, Lou, on the chest leaving a bloody claw mark. Beyond the activity, Lorraine has also discerned that this inhuman spirit is with us now. Lorraine’s an excellent clairvoyant, and she’s never been wrong about the nature of a spirit that’s present. However, if you want to go a step further, we can challenge the entity right now with religious provocation?

In this case, the recitation of the exorcism-blessing took the priest about five minutes to perform. The Episcopal blessing of the home is a wordy, seven page document that is distinctly positive in nature. Rather than specifically expelling evil entities from the dwelling, the emphasis is instead directed toward filling the home with the power of the positive and of God. There was no trouble or mishap during the procedure. When he was finished, the priest the blessed the individuals who were present, and after doing so, declared all was well. Lorraine also confirmed that the apartment and people were free from the spirit entity. Ed and Lorraine’s work was done, they then took their leave and started for home. At Donna’s request, and as a further precaution against the phenomena ever occurring in the home again, the Warrens took the big rag doll along with them. Placing Annabelle in the back seat of the car, Ed decided it was safer to avoid traveling on the interstate, in case the entity had not been separated from the rag doll. His hunch was correct. In no time at all, Ed and Lorraine felt themselves the object of vicious hatred. Then, at each dangerous curve in the road, their new car began to stall, causing the power steering and breaks to fail. Repeatedly the car verged on collision. Of course, it would have been easy to stop and throw the doll into the woods. But if the item didn’t simply teleport back to the girls’ apartment, at the least it would place anyone who found it in jeopardy.

The third time the car stalled along the road, Ed reached into his black bag, took out a vial, and threw a sprinkling of holy water on the rag doll, making the sign of the cross over it. The disturbance in the car stopped immediately, allowing the Warrens to reach home safely.

For the next few days, Ed sat the doll in a chair next to his desk. The doll levitated a number of times in the beginning, then it seemed to fall inert. During the ensuing weeks, however, it began showing up in various rooms of the house. When the Warrens were away and had the doll locked up in the outer office building, they would often return to find it sitting comfortably upstairs in Ed’s easy chair when they opened the main front door.

It also turned out that Annabelle came with a friend, a black cat, who would occasionally materialize beside the doll. The cat would stalk once around the floor, taking particular notice of books and other objects in Ed’s office; then return to the doll’s side, and dematerialize from the head down. It also became apparent that Annabelle hated clergymen. During the follow-up process of the case, it was necessary for the Warrens to consult the Episcopal priests associated with the incident in the young nurses’ apartment. Returning home alone one evening, Lorraine was terrified by loud, rolling growls that reverberated throughout the house. Later, when she was listening to the playback of the telephone answering machine, they were back to back calls from Father Hagen. Between his two calls was heard the incredible growling noises she’d heard earlier in the house. One day Father Jason Branford, Catholic exorcist, had been working with Ed and asked about the new addition to the office-Annabelle. Ed told Father Jason about the case and gave him the paperwork for his review. After hearing Ed’s account of want had happened, the priest picked up the rag doll and said You’re just a rag doll, Annabelle. You can’t hurt anything. T he priest then tossed the stuffed figure back on the chair. That’s one thing you better not say again, Ed warned him with a laugh. Yet when Father Jason stopped to say goodbye to Lorraine an hour later, she pleaded that he be especially careful driving, and insisted that he call her just as soon as he arrived at the rectory. I discerned tragedy for that young priest, says Lorraine, but he had to go his way. A few hours later the telephone rang. Lorraine said Father Jason, why did you tell me to be careful driving? Because, she told him, I felt your car would go out of control, you would have an accident. Well, you were right, he stated flatly. The brake system failed. I was almost killed in a traffic accident. My car is a wreck.

Later in the year, at a large social gathering at the Warrens’ home, Lorraine and Father Jason went into the den to chat for a few moments. By a strange coincidence, Annabelle had moved into that room the day before. While speaking with Lorraine, the priest saw an ornamental wall decoration make a quick movement. Suddenly, the twenty-four inch long Boar’s tooth necklace above them exploded with percussive force. Hearing this stunning noise, the other guests immediately converged on the room, at which time someone in the crowd had the foresight to snap a photograph. When developed, the print appeared normal, except above the doll were two beacons of bright light, both pointing in the direction of Father Jason Bradford.

On another occasion, Ed recounts, I was in my office, working with a police detective on a case that concerned a witchcraft related murder in the area. As a cop he’s seen every kind of crime, he’s definitely not the sort of man who gets scared. While we were talking, Lorraine called me upstairs to take a long distance call. I told the detective he was free to look around my office, but to be careful and not touch any of the objects, because they’d come from cases where the demonic had been invoked. Well, I wasn’t away for five minutes when upstairs came this detective stark white. When I asked him what had happened, he refused to tell me, Ed remembers, breaking into a grin. He just kept mumbling ‘The doll, the rag doll is real….’ He was talking about Annabelle of course. T hat little doll made a believer out of him! In fact, as I think back on it, any meetings I’ve had with the detective from that day on have always been in his office.

Profane objects like the Annabelle doll have their own aura. When you touch them, your human aura mingles with theirs. This change attracts spirits, it’s almost like setting off a fire alarm. Therefore, for protection, I bless myself with holy water then ‘bless’ the rag doll with holy water in the sign of the cross. Like I say when we’re doing field work I’ve never met an atheist in a haunted house.

It’s difficult for people to accept the existence of something they’ve been conditioned not to believe in. Still, lack of knowledge allowed this negative spirit to wrangle it way into the lives of these three unwary young people. Many, nevertheless, contend that the notion of spirits is irrational or unfounded. They say the phenomenon is an illusion, or a hallucination, or it doesn’t exist at all. At best, the activity can be explained away by science. Or can it?

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hi, im 11 yrs old and i have become interested in this stuff since i was very little. the strange thing is that well i use to live in a haunted house (for seven years of my life) and me, my 2 sisters, and my cousin all saw a ghost in the exact same window in the exact same room all at the age of two. my oldest sister can hear and see ghosts, my other older sister can hear them, and i for some reason can tell when something is going to happen. which explains why im very good at guessing games. is this normal? o and by the way this was a really cool story. i used a ouija board before and i figured out that i have 13 ghosts and all of them are good. the one who i’ve really made a connection with is bailey and i believe she is 13. is it true that you could be like out in the woods or something and a ghost will make a connection with you and become one of your ghosts? anyway can you try to reply back? thanks it would help alot!

If you are telling the truth I would drop whatever you are doing to invite in these ghosts right now. Do not touch the ouija board, tell a priest what you have done and ask for a house blessing. As the story of Annabelle should teach you, inviting these kinds of things into your life, no matter how innocent they may appear you do not under any circumstances want them around you.

I had a doll like Annabelle. However, I am one of those people that if something bothers me I get rid of it right away. I had bought a rag doll for my daughter, she was about 6 yrs, it was the Molly rag doll from the big comfy couch show on tv. She had it in her bedroom for a few years and then as she grew older it got put in the basement. I noticed one day doing laundry the doll was not in the same spot as it was before and was also in a different position. This happened a few more times and I just said that is it, this needs to go. I have had several experiences like this also with a talking Bubba doll, I just thought it was the batteries going low, then it started saying things it wouldn’t normally say about 3am. I threw it out and also recenlty as of 1 yr ago a talking mamoth little plastic toy from McDonalds, I put it out in the recycling bin on my screen porch and it still continued to talk so I had my son bring it out into the yard and in the summer I found it and threw it out. Very very scary.

There is a weekly series of shows on the Discovery channel entitled, “A Haunting.”
I have been watching these shows for quite some time. Lorraine Warren often
appears on the show.

The one underlying theme I’ve gotten from these shows is: “NEVER FOOL AROUND
with an Ouija board…EVER!” These items can open a portal to possible demonic entities,
and it will take religious intervention to close the portal!

2)DO NOT use Ouija Boards, they are very dangerous especially if you don’t know what you are doing

I grew up being haunted. It wasn’t so much a haunted house as much as just being able to see and feel things EVERYWHERE. It is a difficult road to travel and I wish you luck. I am a mom now and I still have the ability and my children do to some extent…. they all percieve things differently than I do. I hope that you can get help and guidence for your gifts and for your siblings. As far as Annabelle goes I find this story very interesting. My encounter was with a talking Ernie doll from the Seseme Street show. My grandfather had just died, I was on bedrest because I was pregnant and they were worried I would loose the baby, anyway I was by myself and crying asking “are you okay”… “are you still in pain” etc and all the sudden the doll says “I FEEL GREAT” and I said “grandpa???” and it said it again. I got up went to the toy box to look at the toy and IT HAD NO BATTERIES!!!! I was lucky, this was the way my grandpa chose to talk to me… I would love to hear of anyone elses experiences. God Bless!!!!

When I was younger I was at a girlfriends house and a couple of her friends were there,they had a ouija board.
they started fooling around with it and it started moving.
they asked it questions like who was in the room, and it spelled out my name but misspelled my last name. They all knew how to spell my last name.
The next day I was sick as a dog with a fevor.
I don’t know if this was because of what they did or if it was a coincidence,but I’ll tell you now,I will never ever fool around with one of those things and would never allow one in my house or around one of my kids!!!

I agree not to mess with ouiji boards & stuff as it is a trap for young people that think its a game & believe that they are contacting good spirits or relitaves when they are only being decieved by evil entities.I had a weird experience years ago.I was staying with some friends in thier old rented house & i was sleeping on a matress on the floor in the back room.It was really early hours of the morning sometime when i was awakened for no reason and lying there i realized that i could not move.Thinking i’d just woken up too quick,i layed there for a minute and still i could not move laying flat on my back with my arms at my side it felt like there was a weight on my chest and like my arms and legs were pinned down.Then all of a sudden to the blackness in the corner of the room i could hear a faint breathing noise.Trying to rationalize to myself thinking it was my own breathing i realised that it couldn’t be as it was really fast like a panting.Then all of a sudden the breathing got heavier and faster and seemed to come closer and was right beside my eardrum going flat out and loud but there was nothing there.It scared the crap out of me & gave me energy in reserve,cause all of a sudden i lept free and bolted straight up and turned the light on and there was nothing there.I went straight into my mates room ,woke them up and told them but nobody believed my story.I believe it may have been a demonic attack.

Igrew up in danbury ct. I would sit in wooster cemetary and enjoy the peace. On a nice afternoon I felt I was being watched.Now here is the strang part. I looked over to this plot that had a marker that looked like the washington mount. Iwas 23 and home on leave from the army. I saw a figure if was half man half horse or goat. His skin looked burnt He stepped out from that grave stone.I could not belive my eyes. that was 25 years ago to this day I wonder why it showed its self to me. So I can belive in the demonic doll. I just wish I knew what it was I saw and why.

im writing to comment on a few of my own experiences. i myself am unusre if i would consider myself to have faith and i definatly dont think i have any kind of abiltiy to see or be in tune with supernatural entities, but i am open minded. my mother on the other hand is a firm believer in the supernatural and has seen spirits all her life and has even heard the banshee cry, on one occasion while driving with her at night we saw an old women on the road, this was very strange because it was a bad night, wet and windy and very late( i was out) and we live in the country so we kno everyone around, my mother wanted to stop but i was disturded by the woman( she watched us intently) so asked her to keep going. we saw her at the top of our road our house is only a few seconds away by car and as soon as she dropped me off she made my father go and help look for the woman who was nowhere to be found. my father is a guard in my town and he called the station and had them set up a quick search still there was no trace of the old lady. i am not stating this was a spirit, im still debating wether i think was myself or wether it was just some creep in drag but it was still very strange. the second thing im writing is a reply to des, i find your story really intreging ! something very similar happened to me. i was going through a ruff patch at home recently( a lot of arguments over my poor attitude in school) so one night i was in no mood and decided to stay in a bed and breakfast. the only place i could get was an old place on the edge of town. it was clean but pretty basic, anyway that night i woke in the early hours of the morning feeling a weight pushing me into the bed, and just to state im not the tallest but i am quite strong. i play wing forward for the local rugby team and i also participate in thai boxing, im saying this to get the point across i could not move an inch, i felt as if i was pinned down buy something very very strong it was almost as if it was trying to smother me in the mattess. i didnt hear any panting but could distintly feel someone sitting on me pushing me into the mattress, eventually i broke free and jumped fom the bed. it was exuasting to brake free and i was more scared than i had ever been in my life, i didnt sleep for the rest the night. when i went home and told my mother where i had been (i didnt tell her wat happened ) she told me the bed and breakfast was a regular place for people to commit suicide. i dont kno if that had anything to do with it or if there is a reasonable explination but i just thought it was reaaly interesting that the two experiences where so similar.

the stories i have read remind me of some of my experiences…there are too many to list but its strange because it reminds me of some visions i’ve had. ive seen,heard,felt,dreamt (visionlike) and talked to ghosts and such since i was little,i’ve had visions since i was a baby. i dont see the ghosts so fully now or as often because i tell them to leave me alone most of the time, they make a room freezing but they talk to me when they’ve got the energy and are usually cold but if i ask they make a room warm for a while if they feel the absolute need to be with me,they like voicing their opionions a lot. somtimes i wish they wouldnt, expessially the bad ones,i’ve done all i can but i think im just gonna have to deal with it. the annabelle doll reminds me of the paper doll i found in my attic- it just had a head. its scary and stressful but im pretty sure i understand why i have the gifts that i have i just lack the training and knowlage to help myself understand myself and what i should do with my gifts. thanks for reading.

wow my experiances with spirits are wide and varied ive seen dead people since i was little its increased in intensity since i turned 20 its weird almost lik theres hormonal element or connection and it would be interesting to test out that …..the bad dreams are almost visionns of what other people do when they are evil….im not sur yet my research has only led to dead ends so im not sure

I had an experience once with something evil. It was years ago, and for along time I wouldn’t talk about it. Me and my ex had just gotten home from our second shift job. This house we were living in, we could never get it warm enough. There was a feel about the place, I was always looking over my shoulder. Anyway, he sat down on a couch and I dropped into a recliner next to the couch, and had just lit a cigarette, and was handing him the lighter without looking. I noticed my hand went empty but it wasn’t like someone had taken it from me. I looked over at him and the room got so cold I was shaking. Suddenly, it was as if someone took my head and turn it to this spot in the air. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my now ex was doing the same. Out of literally thin air my lighter appeared and fell? to the floor. It didn’t bounch or anything, like it soared, rather, it was as if someone laid it down loudly. I couldn’t breathe because the air seemed so dirty I think is the word. I couldnt’ speak, think clearly, nothing. I could hear evil laughter, not very loudly, more like faint, coming from the area of our bedroom. I could hear it all night as I laid shaking under the covers. We never talked about it really other than to say it’s time to get out, and we did, three days later.

Does the Parker Bros. Ouija boards count as a real Ouija board to communication with the other realm. If so, I got one for a birthday once as a child and we played and had sleepovers with it all the time. Now as an adult I belive that I have an entity attached to me plagueing me thru me dreams and waking me up around 3amish most nights. How can I be freed from this?

My twin sister has a friend who lives around the corner from our house, I’ll call her K. K told my sister that she has trouble sleeping at night because “little children with red eyes and fangs” crawl on top of her and start pulling her hair and hit her so that the next morning the marks are still there. K also told her that during the day she sees the spirit of “a little boy dressed in colonial clothes, his hair neatly straight and very pale white,holding a red balloon.”
My sister told K that I read about, watch about on tv, and know people who have had their own experiences with the supernatural, so K came over to our house to talk to me, hoping for some advice. I first asked her if she told her parents. She said she did but her mom took her to a phyciatrist thinking she was “going crazy.” But the phyciatrist only said that K was just stressed. Then I asked what she did when these “children” attack her. She said that she would yell at them to go away and when they pinch her she yells in anger “you think that hurts? You can’t hurt me!” and she grabs their faces and scratches back.
I quickly told her this was a bad idea. Whatever it was that was hurting her would only hurt her more if she provoked them like that. Negativity gives them more energy. So I told K to pray to God and have her parents bless the house and her room. Or to have crosses or prayer beads that have been blessed in her room but she said her family is Mormon.
Even so I insisted to talk to her parents about a blessing. K left soon after but came back to my house a couple of weeks later. I asked how she was doing. She said that her mother has seen the little boy and activity is seen, like the switch in the closet would go on and off, especially in her room where she spends time with the newborn baby. Even still her mom refuses to do anything about it saying “If we leave it alone, it will leave us alone.”
“But its not leaving YOU alone!” I told K.
“Actually,” K said, “Its been pretty calm in my room lately.”
“Oh yeah? How come? Did you bless the room?”
“No. A white owl perches itself in the tree outside my window. Ever since that owl has come there, the attacks have ceased.”
I didn’t know what to say. And after a few seconds she mentioned that her little brother sees something else too. I asked her to explain. She went on to tell me that her boyfriend is the one who told her about it:
Her boyfriend had come to K house for a visit. That evening as he walked into the living room he saw K’s little brother standing by the window staring intently to something outside. He asked “What you looking at?”
K’s bother said “There’s an eyeball inside your truck,” before turning around and leavig the room.
“What?” K’s boyfriend looked to the window at his truck but saw nothing. He forgot about it until nightfall when he went to his truck, ready to go home.
As he climbed inside the truck and turned on the car he found that the headboard mirror had been twisted in such a way that he was looking at himself instead of the back of the car. That’s when he got scared cause he NEVER touches the headboard mirror.
K went to mention how her boyfriend said playfully “Maybe your ghosts are getting attached to us?!”

If anyone has an idea of what was going on with K and her experinces please reply! And can ghosts get attached to others? What were these “children” she was talking about? Any theories? What can be done? Plase reply!

A friend of mine told me about the Annabelle Doll and the Warrens. We’ve searched here and there on the internet cannot find much about this doll. In the past years ago according to him he said her viewed an video in the internet of the doll walking and such footage other than the tour of the Warrens Museum. I believe in these things don’t mess with the paranormal/possessed items. I’m a Christian believer and follow my faith. My interest only goes as far as knowledge and respect. Does anyone have any information on this doll that’s could give me a link to such content of video footage?

Reading the comment of the kid amber kept me thinking for a while, well i dont know how to say this and this is the first time i write about this, but in my family it seems that we have some kind of gift or ability i dont know its strange and creepy, but i can see things that others dont,and sometimes i can make my vision like blurry and i can see strange things that others cant ,like strange shapes or for example when i saw images of anabelle the doll in the Warrens website including the one in this site i can see in her eyes like white or red and a very creepy grin; another intereseting thing is that it seems that ghost or any kind of that beings fear me, i noticed that because i usually lived in haunted houses,i never was damaged or affected ,the people always told me about the ghosts in the house but i never saw nothing and when i saw them i wasnt afraid of them they were like timid or very scared, when i talked to my grandmother about that she told me that its natural and i have nothing to be afraid, my father dont believe in that things anymore and also my mother, my sister also have it but she doesnt believes on what she sees, they are very indiferent to that things and told me to stop believing in that things. so tell me what do you think?

Reading the comment of the kid amber kept me thinking for a while, well i don’t know how to say this and this is the first time i write about this, but in my family it seems that we have some kind of gift or ability. I don’t know, its strange and creepy, but i can see things that others don’t and sometimes i can make my vision like blurry and i can see strange things that others cant, like strange shapes. Or for example, when i saw images of Anabelle the doll in the Warrens website including the one in this site i can see in her eyes like white or red and a very creepy grin. Another interesting thing is that it seems that ghost or any kind of that beings fear me. I noticed that because I usually lived in haunted houses. I never was damaged or affected. The people always told me about the ghosts in the house but i never saw nothing and when i saw them i wasn’t afraid of them. They were like timid or very scared. When i talked to my grandmother about that she told me that its natural and i have nothing to be afraid of. My father don’t believe in that things anymore and also my mother. My sister also have it but she doesn’t believes on what she sees. They are very indifferent to that things and told me to stop believing in that things. So tell me what do you think?.

Ouija boards are nothing to mess with.
When my sister was a teenager, her and her friends fooled around with one.
The next day my mother heard banging in the walls and other noises.
She had to called a priest and have the house excercised.

My own paranormal experiences first began about eleven years ago and have continued, sometimes frequently, sometimes with periods of years in between. I was eleven years old and I’d just recently moved in my home. Late one night I woke up for no real reason but my eyes impulsively scanned my room. Standing by the foot of my bed was a young girl, maybe seven or eight, dressed in a white nightgown. Her skin was pallid and she had long black hair covering her face. I found myself paralyzed with fear. I was unable to call out or move. It was during the summer so I had a fan going in my room, when the oscillation caused the stream of air to blow in her direction her gown and hair moved in response, she was definitely there. After some time she seemed to glide, not walk, there was no movement from her at all besides this sudden gliding, backwards out of my room and finally out of sight. I moved my bedroom and refused to sleep in there again. Of course no one believed what I saw, attributing it to the stress of moving or just being young, that is of course until my older sister, who stayed over for a visit, woke in the middle of the night to see a face staring at her from the corner of the same room I’d seen the girl. My sister refuses to speak of the incident to this day so all I know for sure is she saw a face that caused her to clench her eyes tight and pray until morning came. My parents are skeptics however; they too have had their own experiences they can’t explain. One time my father was alone in the house but he kept hearing a young girl calling “Hellllooo?” He searched the entire house but never found anything. He shrugged it off as nothing of consequence. Through all the years I we would hear strange and unexplainable banging noises. One time a friend and I saw the shadow of a small person pass by on the wall but when we both turned to look for the source there was nothing. When I was seventeen or eighteen I awoke in the middle of the night and, again, saw the same young girl, this time standing beside my bed looking down on me. After all that’d happened I experienced less fear than before but still I made no move. Again after some time the young girl drifted out of my bedroom. I am now 22 and within the last three years activity has increased dramatically, in view of numerous witnesses. When I first moved away to live at school my parents called telling me that there had been continuous loud bangs emanating from my room and surrounding rooms and that even one time our extremely large and heavy hutch had been thrown down. One time my girlfriend came over and when she walked in she asked who was in my bedroom. I told her there was no one there but she adamantly insisted she had seen a young child walk passed my window. Another time I got up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and while I was making use a dime bounced off the back of my head and clattered to the floor. There was no one there, of course. My mother had her first experiences recently. One day she moved all the chairs off the rugs in the dining and living rooms to vacuum. She left the room and came back to find the chairs rearranged in different positions and areas. She angrily accused me of playing pranks on her but I DID NOT move those chairs. Also I left the house with my girlfriend recently and when I returned my mother nervously told me that after I left the basement door slammed shut so loud she heard it from across the house. When she re-opened it one of my cats darted up the stairs and under their bed like its life depended on it. Most recently me and three friends were sitting in my room doing whatever when my door flew open by itself. There is substantial drag on the door caused by the high rug I have for carpeting and there is a child lock because I have a very young brother, there is no way that door could have just opened. Often when I am home alone I will hear soft whispering just out of earshot; as if someone is just outside the door but no one is ever there. I don’t know exactly what it is that’s in this house but I firmly believe there is something. I also believe that it is not a malevolent spirit or demon. Since all this began I’ve done extensive research on the paranormal and I’ve decided for myself that the spirit is not harmful. From what I’ve read and seen I believe the spirit is just as it looks, a young girl. Perhaps she feels an attachment to me for some reason for all the activity seems centered around me. I’ve learned to live with it, till I move out on my own at which point I wouldn’t mind if it all just went away. I plan to research the history of my house to see if perhaps a young girl died here or something to that effect. Thanks for listening; it’s nice to be able to talk about it without being ridiculed.

I’m a Native American quarter Hopi, quarter Navajo, nd half Tohono O’odham. I have a friend named Miranda Morales nd her grandma gave her some little dolls she found in ditch by the San Xavier Mission mad out of fine china right before she passed away 2 years ago. Anyway 8 months later she told me that one of them thats named Ozu(its name is on the foot nd looks like a japanes or chinese woman because of its dress or kimono)and that she put it with the other ones in a shoe box nd buried over other boxes nd every day she comes back from sku the doll is standing on her dresser. When she told it me about the next day at sku i asked her if i could take it home nd see if it does anything. Then the next day she brings it nd so I take it home nd I tell my parents,brother, nd sister that this doll somehow finds a way of moving itself out of its regular place. Later I out the doll back in my bag nd thought that if this thing came out Miranda’s shoe box filled with the other dolls and then the next day is on her dresser that I should jst leave it there in my bag nd see if it moves. Then I finally go to bed nd the next morning the darn thing is standing on my side table and I saw it nd totally screamed nd yelled for my parents to come in. I tell them wat happened nd at first they don’t believe me but growing up as faithful Native Americans they believed me. So my dad asked my grandma if she could to take us(my whole family) to the T.O. reservation outside of Tucson,Az to see a medicine man. I can’t release his name due to privacy but when we got there my grandma gave him the doll to see wat was wrong with it. My parents had me to tell him the story, nd so after we were done he wanted to come over to my friend Miranda’s house nd bless them,us, nd the house. He blessed evryone and evrything in the house including the dolls. Then things start to get scary as hes blessing the dolls he starts choking nd coughing. Everyone starts getting worried nd tries to help him out then he vomits in the trash can. He said he was getting really dizzy nd lightheaded but after vomiting made him better. Before we all left he said to Miranda’s family that watever it was that was evil is gone.So a week after that Miranda told me that her mom had them burn in the backyard nd thrown out by her dad. But watever those dolls came from they must have been voodoo dolls of sum sort. This Annabelle story really creeps me out though

I grew up without incident, at least paranormal ones. I’m 52 now and disabled. I house-sit for a family member for four pets while she stays in her cabin in the mountains. Her home is haunted, and she knew it was haunted when she moved into it. She took measures to rid the spirit (house was vacant 7 years before she moved in). She refuses to listen to me when I told her what happened, which was not scary; however, I know for a fact that I did not, nor did the pets, move the object. The scary part is that the spirit seems to know what I think of the paranormal. I watch all the shows and my thing is: how can anyone not know they have been dead for 100 years? Also, I have to lay down mid-day and sometimes I fall asleep. Loud bangs happen while I am laying down. I don’t understand why, but they do not frighten me. That doesn’t make sense to me either, I don’t have nerves of steel. When I announce that I will not be going back to pet-sit, maybe she will take me seriously. So far nothing scary has happened but I’m not healthy enough to deal with it if it does, as I am there all alone. I’m grateful I could get this off of my chest. Mary in Seattle Wa